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a place where
is no expectations
from others to be
some kind of perfect
god under sunshine
to relax where
everything in its
natural beauty lines up
me not too big
nor too small
for some people
doors where
my key wasn’t fitting
may be one
of my crazy dreams
.
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Reverberations, Unpublished, 2013.
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I will walk away from
the crowds and their buzz
finding an island to float serene
on way away from cravings
looks and strong odors
to my own shadow
well defined
.
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Poem from the unpublished collection Intertextures – Crossing Rivieras, 2013.
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tonight
the moon is full
emptied from a thousand
engagements I lay in hot
water maybe illuminated
from the sky the silence
repose approaching
hidden from light
an upside down world
a somersault and a wriggle to
find myself wondering star under
inside some lights I turn off
before the thoughts – then the eyes
slightly vibrating
weightless in the space
I found within
*
my favorite occupation
has been that of
listening to silence
to give shapes
to music singing
with my hands
on top of the colors
that lay already there
to tiptoe in-love
slowing down
my responses
to evade darkness
into the beauty held
inside as the harmony
viable all around
.
.
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Poem from California Notebooks 01
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how often we forget
it is us revolving
around the sun
we sit contemplating
in our living room
the shadows changing
how often we forget
we are mirrors
of others attitudes
we point the finger
pick up a part to act
just impersonating
how often we forget
to simply be a simple
word being thank you
no chats about the sun
moving raising setting
telling ourselves truths
.
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This poem is included in the bilingual collection California Notebooks 01. Click on the title for info.
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eternity roams
inside me I can’t
help but travel
forever wondering
the mind and space
on earth as in dreams
seeking some order
chasing the waters
harmony to fill me
deep from the inside
to make me a lake
alas at home
.
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This poem is part of the bilingual poetry collection California Notebooks 01 on sale on Amazon. If you wish you can read the Italian version on the post previous to this one titled Armonia.
Happy New Year, Happy New Life!
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I wish no one
to die without a hint
of poetry
a hue of love
compassion or
passion
I wish you
all the urge to cross
over this
threshold
while in your home
a nice skin
seeking a touch
from heaven to come
.
.
.
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This poem is part of the poetic collection, available on Amazon, California Notebooks 02
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poetry falls
as pigment
on wet paper
.
creating
a world
of beauty
.
marveling
at the smooth
escape door
.
.
.
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I write
a ladder
to heaven
upward
I hold
as seen
in my morning
dream
.
.
.
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mind not to make
assumptions about
the man you love
not to project on him
the beauty you hold
or wish to be there
.
.
.
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the light will hit you
gloriously when in the midst
of nothing you’ll see
everything
.
.
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my feelings this time
don’t want to stay on
paper or even reach it
there’s is a modesty
to them as they rise
from my aging family
I move from pangs
of anxious pain to
serenity as giving
honor to vulnerability
brought forth a new
sweetness to be
savored alone
.
.
.
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awakening to
having no
choice that
to have a job
that holds me
between the earth
and the sky
*
I am a drawing compass
one feet pointed the soft
one bent on a dance to
go from here to there to
close the circles to jump
out to run free today
.
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early this morning
the sun kissed
the tips of grass
like light
bulbs turned on
one at a time
to brighten the
soggy meadow
.
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